Something in his vampiric consciousness alerted him, and he opened his eyes, his senses, mundane and esoteric expanding outwards, and he snapped awake. He sensed the that the sun was still high in the sky, but past its peak, the slightest of snarls escaping his lips unconsciously at this.
Below him he sensed two humans, a male and a female, he touched lightly on their minds, making sure to not alert them. Interesting, two young slaves, runaways, hiding from their pursuers, he instinctively let his mind expand outwards to see if he could sense the men chasing them, ahh, there they were.
He let his mind fly over the sun scorched fields to touch the minds of the men and dogs who were searching for the two runaways. They had spotted the bam and were obviously making their way towards it, to check if their prey was hiding there
He pondered what to do for the merest of seconds and then sent his mind out, searching for the minds of the three blood hounds, meeting some stubborn resistance before he overcame it and took command of the beasts.
The trio started to howl and bark and veered off the scent trail they had been following, much to their handler's confusion, but the nine men followed their hounds, despite their initial misgivings, which he eased with slight nudges and pushes of his power.
Soon the hunters were busy moving off in a direction away from the abandoned barn, he had even managed to erase the fact that they had ever considered the barn as a potential hiding place for their quarry in the first place.
Letting his lips crack open into a smile he moved silently from his position of slumber, finding a crack in the floorboards he knelt to spy the scene below him.
The two slaves were disheveled looking, a young man and a woman, well a girl really, and the young man was closer to a boy than a man in truth. The girl was well proportioned, with long if slightly wild brown hair, a quick dip into their minds showed that they were twins, brother and sister and that they had fled their farm as their owner wanted to sell the girl on to a pleasure house in a local town, what brothels were called apparently.
As to where they thought they would escape to he did not know, nor care in truth, for providence had dropped a nice meal and entertainment into his lap. But he would have to wait a while to enjoy this fortuitous gift, the sun was as yet too high, and the barn was crisscrossed with shafts of burning sunlight which would make it difficult for him.
So instead, he extended his mind to convince the pair to remain in the barn until darkness before setting off again. This dip into their minds nearly caused him to leap out and fall upon them then and there, the girl was yet a maiden! His lust roared through him, and it was only with the greatest of will did he stop himself from moving.
Such a delectable find, a slave girl with her maidenhead intact, obviously her master had been. long enough of the opinion to sell the girl into prostitution, for a maidenhead would fetch quite the price, he was sure.
Alas for her owner, and for the girl he chuckled silently to himself, said price would never be paid out on, the girls virgin cunt would experience the unknowable pleasure of being fulfilled by wamphyri cock for her first time. It would not be her last time, but he would slake his thirst from her once he was finished enjoying her holes, her twin he would kill and drain first, no sense in leaving him around now was there? And his string, young blood would fuel him for the excesses he would commit with his dear, sweet sister.
And as he lusted and drove himself into a near frenzy over the things he would do to the girl the unwitting pair below him made themselves as comfortable as they could and dozed fitfully in the heat of the afternoon.
Dusk came quickly and he was salivating by the time the barn was bathed in sufficient gloom for his purposes, quietly he removed his clothes and waited, edging silently to the lip of the partial upper story of the barn where he had roosted. A quick mental scan around revealed that there was nothing living within several miles of the barn so he returned his mind to the pair below him, he wanted to enjoy this to its fullest extent, to lasciviously lap up the terror that his appearance would generate, to revel in the despair he would cause.
His eyes scanned about below, noting things he had missed before, a smile cracking his monstrous face, his fangs dripping with saliva at the thoughts of what was to come.
Launching himself out he dropped before the pair, smashing a fist into the side of the lad's head, sending him sprawling senseless, to crash into the side of the barn and collapse there, unconscious.
The girl screamed and screamed with a high-pitched wailing, he turned to her and grunted out.
"Quiet! Be quiet or I will kill your twin, not merely stun him!"
The girl stopped her wailing but made a dash for it, he was quicker and grabbed at a flailing arm to catch her, spinning her around with her own momentum to smash the girl into the door frame of the barn, stunning her to immobility.
He reached down and collected up the girl, who was groaning and moaning, and strode back into the barn, setting her down on what must have once been some sort of a bench.
He strode over past the prone form of the boy, picking up the coils of rope he had spied earlier on, using his razor-sharp nails to cut the rope into the several lengths he required.
Throwing a coil of rope over one the roof beams he gave it a gentle tug to test its weight, it seemed adequate for his purposes. He grabbed a section of the rope that he had cut to size and walked over to the girl, who was showing signs of recovering from her being brained. He tore her simple shift like clothing from her and bound her hands and feet tightly, setting her up in a seated position so that she could better observe what was about to happen.
He strode over to the boy and similarly bound his hands and feet, and stripped his clothing from him also, a similar thin and stained shift like garment. He bound the lads' feet to the rope he had slung over the overhead beam and hauled him up, when he was at the correct height for his purposes he tied off the rope to one of the central pillars in the barn and he stepped back to admire his handiwork, perfect, just perfect.
The girl was beginning to fully come around and she stared to cry and whimper when she saw the scene before her, the darkness was not so complete as of yet to hide the mastery of his work from her eyes.
Her gaze found him, and her eyes widened in terror and she started screaming hoarse, but meaningless cries.
Their language was unknown to him, but he was a powerful enough mentalist to know what she was trying to say from reading her mind, and he had taken the time to learn something of their words during the long afternoon he had spent lusting after this girl's maidenhead.
"You may scream and cry all you want, no one will hear you, no one will come to your rescue," he grunted, his wamphyri mouth, filled as it was with inch long fangs was never the most conducive to speech.
She wailed even higher and louder at that, and he noticed that her brother was beginning to stir, probably as a result of his sister's wailings.
Pondering leaving the lad alive to witness him deflowering his sister, he strode over to the boy and gave him a light enough slap on the face to wake him up, this the lad did, but he was still groggy and from a quick dip into the lads mind he knew that his wits were permanently damaged by the blow to the head he had delivered him.
A shame that, for the lad would not be truly able to understand how he was about to honour his dear sister, so that decided it for him, he would not delay this tasty repast before the evening's enjoyment.
But he had to make sure that the girl was at least aware of what was happening, if she did not fully understand as yet. Standing beside the lad as he hung upside down as he hung by his feet, he turned so that his sister had a view of the pair of them.
"What?" the girl croaked, ceasing her pointless screaming to ask him this question "what are you?"
"I am a creature not of this world my dear," he answered in a reasonable approximation of her language. "I am called Wamphyri, but that will mean nothing to you," he husked as his thirst began to thicken in his throat, his gaze ignoring the girl where she cowered and instead focusing on the pulsing veins in the boy's neck.
Hunger overcome him and his jaws gaped impossibly wide, and he ripped out the lad's throat in a welter of crimson spray and white gristle, gulping down the hot ichor that poured from the gaping wound. The girl's shrill screams of denial echoed and bounced around the walls of the barn, but he paid them no attention as he greedily drank of the life of the boy, good, hot, strong blood to fuel his life, at the cost of the lads of course. But such was the way of things was it not? Did not all animals consume lesser life to feed their own life? And why should he be any different? He consumed lesser life to feed his own life, as nature intended.
As the lad's heart stopped, he fastened his jaws around the torn and ravaged neck to suck out the last remnants of blood to be had, slurping greedily and shaking the corpse in his fervor to get the very last drops of blood from the hanging body.
In the back of his mind, he could hear the girl sobbing uncontrollably, well at least she had ceased her screaming, its pitch and tone had begun to be grating on his sensitive wamphyri cars.
Finally, there was no more sustenance to be had from the lad and he stepped back, his forked tongue slithered out to lick at his lips and over his lower face to clean off any splattered blood that remained.
"Delicious, your brother's blood was simply delicious my dear, most excellent..." he rumbled in a low voice, this prompting the girl to resume her denials and wailing, though with thankfully not as much force or volume as before. Though he did appreciate a woman's screams and struggles as he took them unwillingly, in fact the more they fought and voiced their denials and pain the better as far as he was concerned.
But he had waited long enough to breach this bitch, to feel the blood of her hymen on his cock as he broke her, so he simply moved swiftly to the bench atop which she was sprawled, she had been trying to lever herself off the bench, to what end he neither knew nor cared.
He lashed out with an arm and a taloned hand closed around the girl's feet, grabbing her and easily pulling her towards him, sliding her roughly across the wooden surface of the bench.
With a flick of his talons, he shredded the ropes that bound her feet together, levering them apart, an ankle grasped in each hand as she squirmed and struggled, her screams now more panted, ragged cries than anything else.
He lined up his enormous erection, eventually lodging it in her entrance despite her best efforts to deny him an easy entry. Keeping her legs splayed as wide as possible he thrust forwards with all his strength and as fast as he could, breaking her maidenhead without pause and slipping into her dry depths, her blood acting as a temporary, though inadequate lubricant
He threw his head back and roared out his pleasure, drowning out the girls wailing shriek of agony as she was deflowered. He reached into the girl's mind and tweaked the centers of her brain that informed her cunt to lubricate, waiting buried up to his hilt inside the girl, brutally stretching her cunt to a depth it was barely able to accommodate.
As he sensed her juices being to flow, he commenced rocking back and forwards, always hilting himself to the girls sobbing plea's not to, enjoying the unique pride in the desecration of a virgin cunt. Speaking of desecration, he would also take the girl in her sure to be tight arse, the thoughts of this making him thrust faster and even harder, grunting as he enjoyed an incredibly tight vagina wrapped around his cock. He began to expand inside the girl, his girth growing enormous, until her vagina was grossly distended, almost as wide as it would stretch in childbirth.
But alas, lost as he was in his passion, he expanded just that little bit too far, and ruptured the unfortune girl, his vampire taking immediate charge to burrow and root in her torn flesh to
consume her life's blood. He drank deep of the girl and eventually pulled out of her ruined cunt, a shame that, he had been looking forwards to a few hours of enjoyment. But it had been a while since he had breached and virgin and he had let his lusts get the better of him, well such was life, no harm done as they say.
Remembering to break the necks of the girl and that of her brother he gathered up his things and set off into the night, maybe it was for the best after all, for he would have probably delayed departing on his journey, distracted unduly by the girl's entrances and soft, pliant flesh.